The room was silent, the soft ticking of the clock the only sound until a faint sobbing broke through the quiet. Jimin stirred, his brows furrowing as he opened his eyes. He glanced at the clock: 2:30 AM. Turning his head, he saw Y/n curled up on her side, her shoulders shaking as muffled cries escaped her lips.
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” he asked, his voice low and heavy with sleep.
Y/n flinched, hastily wiping her tears. “N-no, nothing… happened,” she stammered, her voice trembling.
“Then why are you crying?” Jimin pressed, his tone laced with concern and irritation.
“I-I’m not cr–crying,” Y/n insisted, but her tears betrayed her.
Jimin sighed, his patience thinning. “If that’s not crying, then what is it? Water leaking from your eyes?”
“I’m… not… crying,” she repeated, her words faltering under his scrutiny.
Jimin sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His frustration grew as he saw no end to her denials. “Listen, if something’s wrong, just tell me. Otherwise, stop crying and let me sleep,” he said, his voice edged with irritation.
Still, Y/n said nothing, her hands clutching her abdomen tightly.
Jimin’s sharp eyes caught the motion. “Are you on your period?” he asked bluntly, his voice softening slightly.
At his question, Y/n froze, her sobs reducing to quiet sniffles. “N-no, it’s not…” she began but couldn’t finish her sentence.
“You’re lying, aren’t you?” Jimin said, his tone firm but not unkind.
“I-it’s n-not… like that… why w-would I lie?” Y/n stammered, her hiccups punctuating her words.
“Then why are you holding your stomach?” he asked, his gaze flickering to her trembling hands.
Panicked, Y/n quickly pulled her hands away, as though trying to hide her discomfort.
Jimin exhaled heavily, his voice softening further. “Look, I’m your husband. You can talk to me about these things. Is it getting worse?”
Y/n hesitated but eventually nodded, her teary eyes fixed on the bed.
“Come here,” Jimin said, patting the spot beside him.
Y/n didn’t move, still clutching the corner of the blanket.
“Y/n,” Jimin said again, this time more firmly, “come closer and lie down.”
Scared yet too exhausted to protest, Y/n shuffled closer, lying down hesitantly next to him.
Without another word, Jimin placed his warm hand on her abdomen.
“W-what are you… d-doing?” Y/n stammered, her face heating up.
“Be quiet,” Jimin said curtly. “Crying isn’t going to help your pain.”
He began to gently massage her abdomen in slow, rhythmic motions. At first, Y/n tensed under his touch, but as his movements continued, the tension in her body eased. The warmth of his hand and the steady pressure brought relief she hadn’t expected.
Her hiccups slowed, her breathing evened out, and before long, Y/n drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Jimin glanced down at her serene face, the traces of tears still visible on her cheeks. He sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead.
“Idiot,” he murmured, more to himself than her. “You could’ve just told me.”
Settling back into bed, he kept his hand on her abdomen, his eyes closing as he finally drifted back to sleep.
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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 (𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒇)✓
Romance(Editing is going on) Y/n marries for her father's happiness but she doesn't know that her husband is a mafia. She also had a boyfriend in the past. What will happen when both of them find out about each other's secret? It's just a fanfiction.
